Steve the Man of Virtue
JOHN AITEK, JULY 2011
CHAPTER ONE
Steve sat on the sofa at home one Sunday afternoon when all of a sudden he felt sexually aroused. His birthday had only been last week, and he had turned thirty. What really bothered him during my birthday was the fact that he was still a virgin. His friends at work had been putting him down for being a virgin. He feared that if I didn't put in significant effort to have sex while he was still somewhat young, he would blow the opportunity forever and may regret it when he was an old man.
To be fair to Steve, he had had a sexual experience before with another man, but during that incident he wasn't able to maintain an erection, so in his mind that incident did not count.
About a month ago Steve picked up his brother and, while looking for a parking spot, he noticed that he was parked right next to a "relaxation centre." That night he looked on the internet and realized that this was a fully licensed brothel. If he was unable to attract a woman naturally, he might have to resort to prostitution.
Realizing that his pondering this issue only led to despair, Steve stood up and walked to the bedroom door. He made sure it was locked because he was about to look at pornography and he didn't want his mom walking in. When he returned to his computer, Steve turned on a slideshow that shuffled randomly through thousands of pornographic images on his computer, presenting each image for five seconds before moving on to the next image. Most of these images were pornographic images from the internet, but not all of it was pornographic. He also like to collect images of cars that he liked, such as Ferraris, Bugattis, and even some Toyotas.
For thirty minutes Steve lifted dumbbells. While body building, he had the speakers on his computer turned on, and a media player program played his collection of music. He loved listening to Mozart, Bach, Holst, Vivaldi, and Handel.
While body building, he stared at the computer screen, staring at the pornographic images that shuffled in front of his eyes. Since the bedroom had no windows, it was darkened even though it was one o'clock during the day. The darkened room, the music, the images of beauty before his eyes, the smell of sweat, as well as the dizzying heat from exerciseβall this created a solemn mood within Steve. He felt both anxious and angry.
After the body building, he crossed off the task from his to-do list for the day. Since he had been exercising, both his pants and t-shirt were soaked in sweat. He stripped naked and left his clothes on the carpet. His mother would pick it up eventually. He checked today's weather forecast on the internet. It was going to be hot, which was not surprising given it was summer. He opened the wardrobe. He had twelve t-shirts and twelve short pants that he wore for hot days. He pulled out two dice from his pocket, rolled them on the desk, and received a sum of nine. He took the ninth t-shirt from the left. He rolled the dice again and received a sum of two, so he took the second short pants from the left. He put his clothes on and walked out of the bedroom.
Steve wanted to go to the bathroom to floss his teeth, but while he was in the corridor he saw his mother. Steve, at six feet tall, was five inches taller than his mother, who was a slim brunette with small breasts and a face with sharp and distinctive features.
"Steve, are you hungry yet?" asked Mother. "You haven't eaten since the morning."
Steve nodded. "Uh, yep. I'm hungry."
She looked at her watch. "It's already lunch. I'll go microwave you some lasagna, okay?"
"Okay."
Steve went to the bathroom and flossed his teeth. He went back to his bedroom to cross off the task from his to-do list before walking to the kitchen to eat. He sat on the kitchen table with his mom opposite him. Both mother and son ate lasagna.
"Where's dad?" Steve asked.
"I don't know." The mother shrugged. "He just left this morning."
"I might go walk around soon to get some exercise."
Mother nodded. "So how's work?"
Steve shrugged. "Alright. Nothing much happening."
"Have you saved enough for a home yet?"
"You want me to move out?"
"I'm not forcing you to move out, but I think getting a house would be good for you. A house is a good investment, Steve, and maybe you'll get married one day, so you'll definitely need to move out."
Steve shook his head. "A house is not a good investment, and neither is marriage."
The mother's eyes widened.
Steve spoke. "I pay you three hundred month to help you pay the bills. Is that not enough?"
Mother smiled. "That's more than enough, Steve. I just, I don't know, I just want to see you happy."
"I'm satisfied with my life."
"You're thirty now, and you have a good job, and you're handsome..." Mother started laughing. "I don't want to see you waste what you've got. You should get married."
Steve shook his head. "There's no point. Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. The expected return from marriage is negative. I don't want to mess with divorce lawyers and marriage counsellors. The average marriage celebration costs over twenty thousand. It's not worth it."
"But you can afford it. How much money do you have now?"
"My net worth is about four-hundred thousand."
"Wow! You won't even need to get a mortgage to buy a house. Just buy it with cash. Your wife will be very lucky to have you as a husband. With the money you have you can buy a lovely diamond ring for her."
"When I was young, you always told me to save up and live below my means, and now you want me to buy a diamond ring."
"You have to spend money on something. What will do with all that money?"
"I will spend it on necessities."
"Like what?"
"Food, water, shelter, clothes, energy, guns..."
"What do you need guns for?"
"Self-defense."
"I don't think that's necessary."
"You complain about corrupt politicians all the time, Mom. What if one day they came out to get us?"
Mother laughed. "I think you need to relax and be optimistic. Steve, please. Just be normal. Is this how you behave at work?"
"Mom, don't worry. I'm happy being single. I'm not good around women anyway. Women hate me!"
Mother thought for a moment. "If you can't find a good wife, I can find one for you."
"You want to arrange a marriage for me?"
"Why not? I have connections. I can talk to friends. I know many young girls for you. I can set up a date. I know many women who would kill to marry my son." Her face beamed with pride. "What do you think, Steve?"
He sighed. "I don't know about it." He shook his head. "I don't think I'll..."
"Come on!" interrupted his mother. She put her hand on his elbow. "Please, Steve, give it a try."